Why do we make ourselves crazy every February?

Our families learn to hate us, or just avoid us altogether, our neighbors are disgusted with the incessant racket, and our employers are aggravated that we can't focus on their meaningless crap because we've been up all night working on our OWN meaningless crap.

One day we'll all be dead, and RPM will probably delete all our files.

 

Is it time to go home yet?